Romans & histoires Rebecca Patricia Armstrong

I ditched a shot at studying abroad to help my boyfriend, Gavin Censori, launch his startup. Stuck it out with him through seven brutal years. Then boom—success hit, and so did the ghosting. On Valentine's Day, he hit me with the classic "work's crazy" excuse. Instead of showing up, he had some random delivery dude drop off a box of cosmetic samples. Samples. Later that night, his secretary Rebecca popped up on my feed, flexing hard. Caption: [With a boss like this, why go home early?] Pic: A box of high-end makeup. Same brand. Hers weren't samples. I dropped a comment: [You're doing great at your sidechick job. Gold star.] Gavin called instantly, losing it. "What's your problem? She's just an employee! I bust my ass making money for you, and you're always jealous!" I laughed. Didn't even yell. Just dumped him. Seven years, and I'd never touched a dime of his. Joke's on him—his precious startup? Secretly bankrolled by me. Fast-forward three years. Business summit. He rolled in wearing a tailored suit. The second he spotted me with a bag of bottles, his smirk kicked in. "Didn't like those cosmetics I gave you, huh? Now look at you—reduced to bottle collecting?"

On the day I donated my kidney, I never thought my wife, Rebecca Tanner, would cut open her own heart and confess her regrets. After all, she had staged her own death in a bombing, all so she and Mason Sanders could test my loyalty. All she left me was two billion in gambling debt and a contract selling me into slavery. The creditor said they would leave her body in the grave and spare it from being fed to the hyenas. But to do that, I had to sign a contract with my blood and become their pet from then on. After that, I was locked in an iron cage beneath an underground fighting ring. By day, they chained me up and forced me to lick the blood from the winners' shoes. At night, they injected me with drugs and threw me into the fighting ring, turning me into a living toy for the wealthy to bet on. One broken rib doubled the stakes. One lost tooth added another ten thousand dollars. When I heard that my parents had been stripped and thrown into the mouth of a volcano alive, I broke completely. Covered in blood, I snapped the iron chain and rushed to the volcano. Instead, I found my "dead" wife gently lighting Mason's cigarette. Mason puffed out a ring of smoke and sneered. "We still have ten seconds left on the bet, Rebecca. You've lost."

I had been on a business trip overseas for less than six months when I suddenly received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Jones, your wife is having a difficult labor. Should we proceed with a C-section or try to continue with a natural delivery?" The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stood there, frozen. When I left, my wife had not shown any sign of pregnancy. How could she be giving birth less than six months later? I quickly dialed her number. The moment the call connected, I heard her cries of pain. "Honey, what's wrong?" From the other end of the line, I could hear a nurse urging her to push harder. However, my wife forced her voice to sound calm. "Sweetheart, I just slipped and fell a moment ago. It's nothing serious. You should keep focusing on your business trip. Don't worry about me." As I listened, the faint sound of a baby crying filtered through the phone. My grip tightened so hard around the phone that it nearly cracked. "Is that so? Then, get some rest," I said calmly. After hanging up, I immediately called my father, the richest man in the country. "Dad, Rebecca's cheating on me. She's in the delivery room right now, having another man's child. Stop all investments in the Harris family immediately. I want her thrown out with nothing to her name."

On my daughter, Arlene Bale's tenth birthday, I miscarried in a horrific car accident. Before I can even tell my husband, Camden Bale, about my pregnancy, my unborn child has already left me. Devastated, I attempt to call Camden. But after spamming more than a dozen calls, none of them get answered. When I open a social media app, the first thing I see is Camden's first love, Ruth Carroll, celebrating her safe delivery online. The accompanying photo features Camden's tender-looking side profile as he cradles the newborn in his arms. Camden's mother, Patricia Stone, even leaves a long comment there to celebrate the birth of Ruth's baby. "Oh, Ruth! You really are a hero to the Bales! To think that your firstborn is a son who can inherit our family's legacy! That woman who has married into our family for ten years only gave birth to one inferior spawn! "I swear, I will kick that useless woman out sooner or later! Once that happens, you can marry into the Bale family proudly!" With trembling fingers, I click the phone shut. After that, I forcibly get discharged from the hospital and rush home so that I can demand for answers. But that's when my nightmare has just begun. I receive the news of Arlene's unfortunate death. It turns out Camden has left Arlene at home all by herself, which leads to her accidental death. The entire Bale family is too busy celebrating the birth of Ruth's son. No one bothers shedding a tear for Arlene's passing. With hatred brimming in my heart, I fly to another country. Camden Bale, you're the one hurting me from the start till the end. I will make you and your family pay the heavy price.

​"Three billion? You've got to be kidding me, Evelyn, I knew you liked the lifestyle but I didn't think you were this greedy, or maybe you really were just a gold digger this entire time like Rebecca always said," he spat, his voice dripping with sudden contempt.   ​"You said I could name my price, Arthur, and that is the price for three years of my life that I can never get back, so either you pay it or we can spend the next year fighting this in court and making sure your precious Samantha has to wait even longer to marry you," I said, picking up the pen that was tucked into the envelope.***** Evelyn spent three years playing the part of the perfect, invisible wife to Arthur Hayes, a man who only married her out of a sense of obligation to his father. She endured the cold nights, the silence, and the constant belittling from his family, hoping that one day he would truly see her. But when his first love returns, Arthur doesn't hesitate to throw divorce papers in her face. ​After a final, violent confrontation where Arthur chooses a lie over the truth, Evelyn disappears with a secret he was never supposed to know. Five years later, she is back—not as the girl who needed a savior, but as a powerhouse who owns the very debt threatening to sink the Hayes empire. Arthur wants his heir and a second chance, but Evelyn is no longer for sale. This time, if he wants her, he’ll have to survive the wreckage of the lies he once believed.

“You belong to me now.” A promise. A threat. A hunger. Kael Volkov is the Alpha of Shadows—merciless, cold-blooded, a king carved from power and violence. His command is law, his body a weapon, his touch a sentence. He needs only one thing to secure his throne, a Luna who rules just like him. He never expected his wolf to snarl for a trembling Omega hiding in the dark. Rebecca has survived by disappearing—an orphaned shadow masking her silver-white blood, the last heir of a murdered lineage. The monster who destroyed her world sits on the throne. And his son, Kael,the Alpha who drags her into his chambers and chains her to his presence is every whispered nightmare she grew up fearing. She expects pain. Control. Domination. What she doesn’t expect is the bond. Every breath shared becomes a battle her fear against his hunger, her defiance against his command, her trembling innocence against his ruthless desire to claim, teach, consume. He tells himself she is property. His silence. His servant. His obedience to shape with touch and punishment. But his wolf knows the truth before he does, The girl he caged is his fated Luna. The fallen princess destined to dethrone him. And when her silver fire rises, Kael must choose between the crown he bleeds for, or the woman he would burn the world to keep. Dark desire. Forbidden bloodlines. A bond born in shadows and sealed in heat.

[Voici la version française du roman anglais 'The Mafia Don’s Innocent Love'.] Artemy Loskutov... Connu pour mon comportement glacial, ma nature impitoyable et mes talents mortels, j'inspire le respect et la peur à tous ceux qui croisent mon chemin. L'amour et l'affection n'ont pas leur place dans mon existence ; mon seul but est de me venger de la détestable mafia Cavalieri, responsable de la mort prématurée de ma mère. Lorsque je tombe sur une jeune femme, battue et cachée sous mon lit, je l'épargne non pas par gentillesse, mais je la considère comme une simple possession, un jouet à manipuler. Rebecca Cavalieri... Je m'étais habituée aux hommes qui cherchaient à m'exploiter, à me faire du mal et à me rejeter. La confiance est un concept insaisissable, et mon cœur reste caché sous des couches d'angoisse. Artemy, cependant, a réussi à déterrer et à rallumer la flamme vacillante en moi. Il a réveillé mes émotions endormies. Mais s’il découvre l’ampleur réelle du danger que je représente pour lui, je risque de perdre non seulement son affection, mais aussi ma vie.

Iza, isang matagumpay na negosyanteng babae na tila nasa kanya na ang lahat - isang mayaman na asawa, isang pamilya, at isang maunlad na karera. Sa araw kung saan nalaman nyang buntis sya ay wala na syang maihihiling pa. Gayunpaman, gumuho ang kanyang mundo nang matuklasan niya na ang kanyang asawa, si Roman, at ang kanyang kapatid na si Rebecca, ay may lihim na pag-iibigan at nagtaksil sa kaniyang likuran. Hindi makapaniwala si Iza at luhaang umalis sa unit ng asawa, hanggang sa maganap ang aksidenteng babago sa kaniyang buhay. Matapos ang anim na taon, nagpasya si Iza na tanggapin ang mga bagay sa kanyang sariling mga kamay. Taglay ang matibay na determinasyon, masinsinan niyang pinaghandaan ang kanyang paghihiganti laban kina Roman at Rebecca. Habang mas lumalalim ang kanyang paghahanap ng kasagutan, natuklasan niya ang lihim at nakatagong motibo na sumagot sa lahat ng inaakala niyang alam niya tungkol sa kanyang mga mahal sa buhay. Dapat niyang harapin ang sariling mga desisyon at makipagbuno sa kumplikadong pag-ibig at pagpapatawad. Sa paghihiganti na hinahangad ni Iza, mahahanap ba niya ang pagmamahal at hustisyang hinahanap, o uubusin siya ng pagkauhaw niya sa paghihiganti, na hahantong sa kanya sa landas na walang kasiguraduhan?

CAROLINE PATRICIA FROWLINE, is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Frowline. Nang ipinanganak siya ay namatay ang kanyang ina kaya hindi ito naikasal sa kanyang ama. Kahit na ganun ay lumaki siyang mabait, magalang at masipag. May potensyal sa negosyo ang dalaga so she gave her all into it. May pinupusuan siyang binata pero hindi niya ito tinuunan ng pansin dahil alam niyang wala siyang pag-asa—not until both of their fathers arranged their marriage. Tumutol siya nung una, pero pumayag na rin siya. Alang-alang sa ama niya, at dahil mahal niya ang binata. Caroline thought that once she married him, he would bring heaven to her—but it turned out to be the other way around. Sa simula lang pala maayos ang lahat. She lost their first baby because of him. He keeps hurting her every time umuuwi ito galing trabaho. It was endless misery until one day, she saw him lying on the ground outside, unconscious with blood on his chest. She was seen on the crime scene, so the police took her into custody and accused her of murdering her husband. She was sent to jail for 8 years. When she got out, akala niya ay OKAY na ang lahat, but when she went to her father's house, she was kicked out. She was left with nothing. The accusation of her killing her husband changed her life, pero hindi sumuko si Caroline. Nangako siyang babangon siyang muli at binago ang kanyang katauhan bilang ROSITA MANSALANG. Namasukan siya bilang katulong sa binatang si CROSS RAVEN WOODSMAN—isang binata na obsessed sa kanya. Pero malamig pa sa yelo, at walang sinasanto pag-dating sa ibang tao. At parte ang binata ng isang malaking organisasyon sa bansa. Tatanggapin kaya ni Rosita ang pag-ibig ng binata sa kanya? O may matutuklasan ang binata sa kanya?

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.